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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
The Move,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.