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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.