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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.