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 Yemen 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.