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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Television,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.