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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.