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 Canada 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.