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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.