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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.