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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.