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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.