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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.