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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.