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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.