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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.