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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.