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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
ABC,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.