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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Television,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.