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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.