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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.