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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.