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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.