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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.