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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.