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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.