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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.