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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.