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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.