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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
The Martian,
X-101,
Ossler,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.