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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Model 500,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.