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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.