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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.