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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.