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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.