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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.