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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.