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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.