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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.