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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Lalann,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.