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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.