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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.