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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.