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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
the Swans,
10cc,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.