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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scion to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Monks,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Gong,
The Cure,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.