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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.