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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.