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 Luxembourg 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.