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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Unwound,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.