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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.