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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 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 Mark Hollis 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Mars,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.