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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.