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 Philippines 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
UT,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.