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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.