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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.