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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.