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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.