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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.