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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.