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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.