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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.