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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.