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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.