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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.