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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.