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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.