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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.