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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.