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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.