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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
the Association,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Nico,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.