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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.