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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.