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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.