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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.