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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.