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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Wings,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.