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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.