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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall 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?
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.