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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.