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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.