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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.