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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.