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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.