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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.