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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.