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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.