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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
10cc,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.