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 Sweden and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.