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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.