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 Serbia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.