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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.