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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.