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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.