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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Television,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.