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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
UT,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
ABC,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.