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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.