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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.