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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Can,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.