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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
New Order,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.