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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.