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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Television,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.