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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.