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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Gong,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Pole,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.