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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.