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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.