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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.