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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.