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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.