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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.