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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.