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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.