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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Nico,
a-ha,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.