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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.