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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.