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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.