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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Nas,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Magma,
DNA,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.