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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.