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 Vanuatu 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soul II Soul 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.