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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.