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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.