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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
John Cale,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.