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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.