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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.