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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.