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 Togo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.