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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Index,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.