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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.