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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.