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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.