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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
X-102,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Can,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.