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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.