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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.