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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Can,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.