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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.