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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.