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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.