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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.