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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.