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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Index,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.