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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.