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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.