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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.