Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Liliput,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.