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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.