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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.