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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s 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 Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.