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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.