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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.