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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Skatalites 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.