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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.