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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.