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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.