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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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