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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.