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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.