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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Index,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
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.