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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Niagra,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.