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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.