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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.