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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.