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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
New Order,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.