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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.