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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.