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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.