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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.