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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Wings,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.