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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.