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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.