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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.