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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.