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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scion to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Pole,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.