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 Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.