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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.