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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.