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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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Nico,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.