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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Victims to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.