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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Wire,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.