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 Solomon Islands 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.