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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.