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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Smog,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.