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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.