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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.