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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.