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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.