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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.