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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.