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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Television,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.