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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
PIL,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.