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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
UT,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.