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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.