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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.