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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.