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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.