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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.