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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.