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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.