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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
New Order,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Can,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.