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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.