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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.