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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 the Human League to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.