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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.