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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
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.