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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.