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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.