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 Turkey 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.