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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.