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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.