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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.