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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.