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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.