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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.