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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.