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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.