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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
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