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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.