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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.