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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.