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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Smog,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.