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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.