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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.