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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.