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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.