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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.