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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.