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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.