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 Mauritius 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.