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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.