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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
New Order,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.