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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.