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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.