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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.