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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.