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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.