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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.