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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.