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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Lakeside,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.