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 Belize 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.