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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.