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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.