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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.