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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.