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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Organ,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.