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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.