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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.