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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.