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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.