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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.