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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.