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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.