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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Negative Approach 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.