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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Cymande 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.