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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.