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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.