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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All ABBA 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.