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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Faust,
The Residents,
Crime,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.