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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.