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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.