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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.