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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Nico,
the Slits,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.