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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.