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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.