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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.