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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Visage,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.