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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.