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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.