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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.