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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.