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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Mandrill,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.