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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.