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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.