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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.