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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Smoke to the grime 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.