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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
UT,
JFA,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.