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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.