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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.