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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.