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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.