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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Hashim,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.