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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.