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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.