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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.