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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.