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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.