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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.