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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
New Order,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.