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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.