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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
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 Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.