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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.