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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.