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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.