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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.