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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.