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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.