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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Pagans,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.