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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.