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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.