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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.