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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Angels of Light,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Rekid,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.