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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.