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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.