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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.