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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Television,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Swans,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.