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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.