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 Nigeria 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.