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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.