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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.