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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.