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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Cymande,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.