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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.