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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.