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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.