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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.