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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.