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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.