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 Denmark and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.