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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Magma to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.