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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.