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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.