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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.