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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.