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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.