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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.