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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.