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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.