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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.