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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound 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?
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.