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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.