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 Bhutan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.