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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Doors to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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?
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.