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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.