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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.