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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
EPMD,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Can,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.