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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Halifax and Mumbai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.