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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.