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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.