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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
10cc,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.