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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.