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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.