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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.