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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.