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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Ten City,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.