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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.