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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
June of 44,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
JFA,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.