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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
June of 44,
AZ,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.