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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.