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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
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.