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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.