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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.