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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.