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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.