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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.