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 and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.