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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.