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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
The Remains,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.