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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Faust,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.