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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.