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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.