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 Belgium 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.