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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.