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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.