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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Fear,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.