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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.