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 Japan 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.