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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Symarip,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.