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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.