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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.