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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.