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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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.