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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.