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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.