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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.