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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
10cc,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.