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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.