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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.