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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.