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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 This Heat 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.