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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Visage,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.