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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.