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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.