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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Smog,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.