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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Index,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.