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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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?
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music 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.