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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.