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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.