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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Faust,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.