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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.