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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.