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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.