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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.