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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.