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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.