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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.