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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.