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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.