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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Wire,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
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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.