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 Russia and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.