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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.