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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.