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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Television,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.