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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
MDC,
The Saints,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.