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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.