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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.