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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.