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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Faust to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.