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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.