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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.