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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.