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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Japan,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.