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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Echospace,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.