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 Japan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.