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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.