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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.