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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.