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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.