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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.