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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.