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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.