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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.