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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
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Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.