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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Gories,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.