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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.