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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.