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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.