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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.