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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.