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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.