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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.