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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.