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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.