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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
MC5,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.