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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.