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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.