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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Little Man,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.