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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.