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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Whodini,
Magazine,
MDC,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.