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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.