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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.