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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.