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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.