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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 DNA to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
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Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.