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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.