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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.