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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.