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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.