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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.