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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Smog,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Japan,
UT,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.