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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.