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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.