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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.