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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.