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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne 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 crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.