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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.