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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.