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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Visage,
The Busters,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.