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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Wings,
EPMD,
Smog,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.