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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.