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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
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.