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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
cv313,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.