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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.