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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.