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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Lyres,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.