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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.