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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Index,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.