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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.