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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
UT,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.