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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.