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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
UT,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.