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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.