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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.