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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.