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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Can,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.