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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.