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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.