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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Index,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.