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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.