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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.