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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
the Association,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.