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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.