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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.