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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.