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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.