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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 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 Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.