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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.