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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.