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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.