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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.