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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.