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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
MC5,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
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