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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Index to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
the Association,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Cameo,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.