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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.