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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.