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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.