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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.