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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.