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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.