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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.