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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Half Japanese 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.