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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.