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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Brick,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.