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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.