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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s 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 Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.