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 Belize 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
10cc,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.