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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.