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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.