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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.