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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.