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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Dave Clark 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Index,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.