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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.