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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.