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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.