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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.