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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.