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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.